Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.